My Way.
Summary: Harm and AJ have a heated argument, resulting in Harm talking a little more than he might like to. Set in season 5, after Overdue and Presumed Lost.
Disclaimer: Well, if I did own JAG and the characters then I wouldn't be writing this disclaimer, now would I?
" Commander!" Admiral AJ Chegwidden was annoyed, and the whole office knew it. They also knew why. There could only really be one person in the whole of the JAG corps who could make the Judge Advocate General this angry. Commander Harmon Rabb ex-naval aviator and a damned good lawyer. Tons of skill and an ego to match. Some people called him the Admiral's pet, but when it came down to it, Harm could annoy AJ better than anyone.
" Yes sir?" Harm stuck his head round his office door, an innocent expression on his face, as if he new nothing about the Admiral's anger.
" My office. Now!" The last word was a shout that seemed to get behind the Commander and forceably propell him towards the other man's office and inside, past a shaking Petty Officer Tiner, who gave Harm a sympathetic glance before hurridly returning to work.
Satisfied, AJ turned and looked around the bullpen, whose occupants had suddenly become silent and extremely busy, and entered his ofice, closing the door behind him. he stalked round nehind his desk, and picked up a file, " How do you get yourself into these messes Harm?" He asked, his voice low, with a dangerous tone to it.
" Sir?" Harm cocked his head to one side, trying to look nochalant but not quite managing it. Being faced with an angry ex-SEAL who just happens to also be your commanding officer good put a dent in any man's resolve, " Don't know what you mean sir."
" Don't play coy with me Commander!" AJ all but bellowed, " I'm not talking about a specific incident, I'm talking about the little one's, ever since you got back from Australia, in fact, ever since you got back from the USS Patrick Henry. You're almost over the line Harm. Every week, every single week, there is some kind of comment, note or formal reprimand in your file. Every week! What is the matter with you?"
Harm was silent a minute, his jaw set, an angry look in his eyes, " Sir, with all due respect, that's unfair sir. I don't get in trouble every week and you know it. My records cleaner than a lot of lawyers my age."
" That maybe, but no one's ever shot up a courtroom ceiling before."
" Sir! That's was years ago sir. It's unfair to keep bringing that up." Harm relplied, in a very calm and controlled tone, seething with barely contained anger.
" Well, maybe you shouldn't have done it in the first place, Commander."
" Sir, can I go now, sir?"
At AJs nod, Harm stood to attention, saluted, and left, the door banging shut behind him.
" Damnit!" The Admiral said, slaming his fist down on his desk.
